I’d be all up in them Dead Sea Scrolls adding a preface page with a boilerplate “this is a work of fiction, any similarities to persons living or dead or undead are purely coincidental” disclaimer.

Reminds me of one of my favorite time travel movies, The History of Time Travel

For full chaos, send back a history book and watch people try to change it, for better or for worse.

call it parry hotter

That’s kinda why I think time travel is impossible, if it is ever invented someone will go back and invent it sooner, then someone will go back again until eventually it ends up being the first thing ever invented by humans.

For those that want to know the science of this, just watch one of the Stephen Hawkin’s shows. In short, matter can’t be created nor destroyed, but the moment you go back in time you have added matter to this timeline, thus creating matter out of nothing since the particles that make you up are already in that timeline, even if in another form.

Douglas Adams already worked out the situation:

Lallafa wrote about a girl who had left him and precisely what he thought about that. Long after his death his poems were found and wondered over. News of them spread like morning sunlight. For centuries they illuminated and watered the lives of many people whose lives might otherwise have been darker and dryer. Then, shortly after the invention of time travel, some major correcting fluid manufacturers wondered whether his poems might have been better still if he had had access to say a few words to that effect. They traveled the time waves; they found him. They explained the situation – with some difficulty – to him, and did indeed persuade him. In fact they persuaded him to such effect that he became extremely rich at their hands, and the girl about whom he was otherwise destined to write with such precision never got around to leaving him, and in fact they moved out of the forest to a rather nice pad in town and he frequently commuted to the future to do talk shows, on which he sparkled wittily.

Lallafa never got around to writing the poems, of course, which was a problem, but an easily solved one. The manufacturers of correcting fluid simply packed him off for a week somewhere with a copy of a later edition of his book and stacks of dried habra leaves to copy them out onto, making the odd deliberate mistake and correction on the way.

Think of model collapse when you feed LLM output as input into LLMs.

You’re just going to make a shittier reality.

Just like that prick George Lucas.

It would only be funny if the day before release you were to mail a copy of this book to the author with a note that said “this has been my favorite book since 1981”.

Regarding She-who-must-not-be-named, somebody already kinda tried it, it didn’t work because the fomrer was already in possession of large sums of money by that time (and the challenge was kind of spurious anyway) and then everyone forgot about it.